Lester Tosses No-Hitter and Reminds Us Why We Love Sports
Monday, May 19, 2008
Johnny No-NoOnce in awhile a moment in sports sends a chill up your spine. Something happens. That something then leads directly to an almost unconscious physical reaction that causes a broad smile to creep across one's face and settle there, seemingly immovable. Tonight was one of those "somethings."
Luckily, a buddy sent me a text message at 9:31 that simply read: "turn on ESPN." I'd already been flipping between the Stros-Cubbies and San Antonio-New Orleans, so I knew something special had to be going on -- and it was.
Thousands of folks are furiously typing away, as I am, this very second. Chances are many are already making too much of this thing. In the hours and days to come, some people will accurately remind us rabid sports fans that individuals triumph in similar (and bigger) ways every day, all around the world. Those individuals would be exactly right.
So, we'll let the hundreds of other bloggers and MSMers tell the story of Jon Lester, his climb back to the Majors after being diagnosed with cancer and his leap into the record books this evening following a no-hitter against the Kansas City Royals at Fenway.
We'll defer to them to dramatically relay the tale, and it's very likely some of them will seek to convey and assign an incongruous importance to this event (as we who are passionate about sports occasionally do). So, for tonight, I will not spend any more time writing all of the things others will (and already are). Instead, I am just going to stay up a few more hours and watch the same highlights over and over. The same fist pump. The same hugs. The same interviews. Because once in awhile something in sports sends a chill up your spine, and it feels pretty good.
Luckily, a buddy sent me a text message at 9:31 that simply read: "turn on ESPN." I'd already been flipping between the Stros-Cubbies and San Antonio-New Orleans, so I knew something special had to be going on -- and it was.
Thousands of folks are furiously typing away, as I am, this very second. Chances are many are already making too much of this thing. In the hours and days to come, some people will accurately remind us rabid sports fans that individuals triumph in similar (and bigger) ways every day, all around the world. Those individuals would be exactly right.
So, we'll let the hundreds of other bloggers and MSMers tell the story of Jon Lester, his climb back to the Majors after being diagnosed with cancer and his leap into the record books this evening following a no-hitter against the Kansas City Royals at Fenway.
We'll defer to them to dramatically relay the tale, and it's very likely some of them will seek to convey and assign an incongruous importance to this event (as we who are passionate about sports occasionally do). So, for tonight, I will not spend any more time writing all of the things others will (and already are). Instead, I am just going to stay up a few more hours and watch the same highlights over and over. The same fist pump. The same hugs. The same interviews. Because once in awhile something in sports sends a chill up your spine, and it feels pretty good.
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